Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Fiancé's Cruel Deception
I was kidnapped with my fiancé, Charlton Morris. In that dark, damp room, he was my hero, shielding me from our captors and whispering promises of safety. After our rescue, he proposed in front of the world's cameras. But the fairytale was a lie. The kidnapping was a sham he orchestrated with my own father, a cruel plot to ruin my reputation. I was just a pawn, a public pariah to make his family accept his true love, Giuliana. They humiliated me with a degrading video, had me committed to a mental asylum where I was nearly assaulted, and then discovered I was pregnant. They forced me to abort the child I was secretly carrying-his child. They thought they had broken me, that I would disappear quietly with my shame after they had taken my dignity, my reputation, and my baby. But on the day of their wedding, I sent them a gift: the preserved remains of the child they made me kill. Then, I burned my old life to the ground and bought a one-way ticket to London. They thought the story was over. They had no idea my revenge was just beginning./1/115263/coverorgin.jpg?v=27b8fa04f7613efb83f46ece5b9e75ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trading My Ex For His Billionaire Uncle
I spent three years working as my fiancé Cam's shadow analyst, writing his reports and securing his corporate bonuses. But at a company banquet, I opened a lounge door and found him pinning my stepsister Kiley against a sofa. "I'll cancel the engagement," Cam murmured against her neck. "She's just a boring machine." Instead of crying, I dug into his accounts and found he had embezzled five million dollars to buy Kiley a luxury penthouse. When I presented the irrefutable photos and bank statements to my adoptive family, my mother slapped me across the face. She accused me of fabricating the evidence out of jealousy, fiercely protecting her biological daughter while throwing me out into the cold. Cam even tracked me down on the street, raising his fist to beat me just for making his mistress cry. Three years of my devotion were treated like absolute garbage, discarded for a fragile hypocrite. They all thought I was an orphaned nobody who would swallow the humiliation and walk away empty-handed. They didn't know that right after catching them, I had crashed into the chest of the most dangerous man in the room. Hayes Cooper, the King of Wall Street, and Cam's ruthless uncle. Sitting in the back of an Uber, I emailed Hayes a hidden file containing all of Cam's federal crimes. I didn't just want the penthouse back. I wanted my ex in prison, and his Director's chair for myself./0/99150/coverorgin.jpg?v=09c7e1306c6b9ebe024b1e0449d56974&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ninety-Nine Times, Then No More
This was the ninety-ninth time I caught my husband, Chase Vargas, with another woman in our five-year marriage. I stood in the hotel doorway, numb, tired of the cheap perfume and his cold, familiar eyes. But this time, his mistress, a blonde woman, hissed, "He told me all about you. The pathetic wife he's stuck with because of some business deal. He said he can't stand the sight of you." Her words, meant to hurt, were things I already knew, things Chase had made sure I understood. Still, hearing them from a stranger felt like a new humiliation. She lunged, scratching my face, drawing blood. The sting was a surprising jolt in my numb world. I wrote her a check, a routine part of this pathetic scene. Then my phone rang. It was Chase, calling from across the room. "What are you doing? Are you making a scene? Clean it up and get out. You're embarrassing." He thought I had orchestrated this, that I was the embarrassing one. The betrayal was casual, complete. "I'm tired, Chase," I said, the words finally coming from a place I thought had died. "I want a divorce." He laughed, a cruel sound. "A divorce? Elena, don't be ridiculous. You love me too much to ever leave me." I hung up. He then handed me a signed divorce agreement, telling me his true love, June, my adopted sister, was back. He wanted me to play the dutiful wife for her welcome-home concert. My heart, which I thought had turned to stone, felt a final, crushing blow. He wasn't divorcing me because I wanted it. He was divorcing me for her. I signed the papers. The ninety-ninth time was the last time he would do this to me./0/80534/coverorgin.jpg?v=85ba89e2a6d571b8fc98bb46c37522b4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fiance's Betrayal: A Sister's Fury
After years hidden away, recovering from the fire that stole my old life, my meticulously crafted new identity as Ethan White was finally ready for a fresh start in Chicago, a surprise apartment from my sister, Sophia, waiting. But the key had barely turned in the lock when men burst in, led by Sophia’s fiancé, Rick Harrington, who saw not a brother returning home, but a stranger to be eliminated. Fists flew, bones crunched, and the man who was supposed to be my future brother-in-law sneered about Sophia’s "pet project," convinced I was just some con artist. Every desperate plea for my sister to recognize me, every mention of my true name, Evan, was met with another blow, another sneer, my new face cementing their conviction that I was an imposter. Even Mac, Sophia's head of security who’d known me since I was a kid, only saw a trespasser, his eyes blank with no recognition despite my desperate cries. As darkness swallowed me, battered and unrecognizable, the cruel irony was a bitter taste: the new identity Sophia had painstakingly crafted to keep me safe was now the very thing sealing my doom at the hands of her own fiancé. How could the security measures meant to shield me become the weapon used against me by the one person I was supposed to trust, the one who was about to marry my sister? Little did Rick know, a shattered phone with a single photo and a mother's heirloom would soon unravel his web of lies, bringing Sophia face-to-face with the brother she thought was safe, and unleashing her terrifying fury for justice./1/120269/coverorgin.jpg?v=1757dda724fb30a9afeb467eaf27ead0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Heiress: Too Late For Regret
For years, I lived as the meek, invisible orphan taken in by the wealthy Sterling family. But on the night of our class trip, my "sister" Ivy handed me a spiked glass of champagne. I woke up in a hotel bed, paralyzed by drugs, with a greasy man unbuckling his belt and a mob of reporters waiting just outside the door. In my past life, this was the night my reputation was completely destroyed. I was publicly ruined, cast aside by my fiancé Chase, and eventually pushed off a high-rise balcony. As I fell to my death, I learned the horrifying truth. The Sterlings had only kept me around to embezzle my massive inheritance. And my only value to Chase was acting as a living blood bank for his sick true love, Blair. They lived in my house, spent my parents' money, and called it charity. They thought I was just a disposable sacrifice on their altar of greed, completely oblivious to their deceit. "Gisele gets what she deserves," I heard Ivy sneer from the hallway. But as the drug burned in my veins, the memories of my past life awakened, cold and sharp as broken glass. This time, I wasn't going to be the prey. I grabbed the heavy brass lamp cord, wrapped it tight around the man's throat, and waited for Ivy to walk into her own trap./1/110570/coverorgin.jpg?v=863e3460e5e303d3cc7d6247cfe09e9f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Turned To A Grave
When I was pregnant, my husband, Christian, abandoned me. Because he chose my sister, Annabelle. Five years after my tragic death, Annabelle fell critically ill and desperately needed a kidney. That was when they remembered me. He called, demanding that I drag myself back, but I was no longer capable of answering. My five-year-old daughter answered instead. "My mommy passed away a long time ago." He refused to believe the child was his. Until a DNA report proved their paternity. As he dug up my grave, the truth finally broke him. Meanwhile, my soul was tethered to his side, forced to witness his entire world crumble to dust./0/85853/coverorgin.jpg?v=646c79d7e606cb5a26235e755ff8df02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Vengeance, His Broken Heart
They called me Liam Miller, the luckiest man in New York City. My son, Leo, was the center of my universe, and my wife, Sarah, seemed to worship us both. Our perfect life shattered one rainy day on the highway, a blinding flash of light, twisting metal, and then, nothing. I woke to the sterile whiteness of a hospital room, a rhythmic beep the only sound, Sarah by my side, her face pale, her grip tight. "Leo," I rasped, the word a physical wrench from my raw throat. "Where' s Leo? I need to see my son." Her face crumpled as she squeezed my hand, "There was an accident. He… he lost too much blood, honey. He died at the scene." The world spun into a gray vortex; panic choked me, then, mercifully, blackness. The next time I woke, I heard voices near the door-Sarah and the attending doctor. "Ms. Jenkins, your son could have been saved, but why did you…?" Sarah' s response was chilling, utterly devoid of emotion, "Liam Miller' s son, from the day he was born, was meant to save Alex' s daughter." Alex? The name struck me as foreign, out of place. "If he lived," Sarah continued, her voice like ice, "how could I legitimately take his organs? I' ve supported Liam and his son for years; now it' s their turn to repay me." The words struck harder than the truck, poisoning every memory, every cherished moment. The private island, the Fortress of Solitude – all a lie, a calculated investment, my son a resource, his life a debt she had come to collect. The grief didn't vanish; it transformed into a cold, hard resolve. My body was broken, but my mind had never been clearer. She wanted repayment? Fine. I would give her what she wanted./1/114481/coverorgin.jpg?v=7dc55963921eb4201a1fa31e47c26f0c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Baby, My Strength, Our Future
The mangled car teetered on the cliff's edge, my leg crushed, gasoline fumes thick in the air. My husband, Holden, stood safe on the highway, directing the rescue – but not for me. He was saving her, the woman in the passenger seat, leaving me and our unborn child to the ocean below. I woke trapped in the crushed Maybach, leg pinned. The cliff loomed; the driver's seat was empty. Holden, safe outside, directed paramedics past me to Giana, his "most valuable asset," ordering her rescue first. I watched him comfort Giana, oblivious, as the car slid. My baby barely viable. Holden offered a black card for silence; Giana gloated. Ten years of devotion, a cruel lie. Rage fueled me: how could he abandon his wife and child? I swore a venomous oath: never again an accessory. I flicked his card away, shielded my pregnancy, and promised my baby escape./0/82255/coverorgin.jpg?v=96a7ec7192f29abfe65adbfa4ceba5f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Charm Turns Toxic
I was Ava Sharma, a scholarship student focused on acing my pre-med degree and securing a coveted Johns Hopkins fellowship. My world, filled with textbooks and ambitious dreams, also included Liam Walker, the charming campus king. He pursued me relentlessly, filling my life with sweet gestures that made me finally let my guard down. But one afternoon, after a moment of intimacy in his dorm room, Liam casually hinted at an accidental pregnancy, advising me to slow down my career. Then, I overheard him and his cronies laughing: the entire relationship was a meticulously crafted lie, a scheme to distract me and sabotage my fellowship for his ex, Jessica Hayes. The betrayal felt like a gut punch, turning every cherished memory into a violation. He even orchestrated highly realistic AI deepfakes of me, flooding the campus gossip forums, threatening my hard-earned reputation. My future, my parents' immigrant dream, was crumbling because of cruel manipulation. How could anyone be so monstrously calculating, fabricating such a horrifying lie to destroy me? But as Liam planned one final public humiliation, a crucial anonymous audio message revealed the chilling depths of his and Jessica' s deceit. That night, I made a choice: I deleted the message, walked away from the public spectacle, hailed a cab, and headed to the airport for a new life./1/115889/coverorgin.jpg?v=9c62af78ca19af3041b8a192122828c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Discarded Fiancée: The Tech King's True Queen
I returned to New York for my welcome-home party, expecting a warm embrace from Edwin, my devoted fiancé of twenty years. Instead, his first words to me were a cold, public warning to stay away from his new girlfriend, Kacy. He stood in my family's hotel, shielding a girl I had never even met, and painted me as a vicious, jealous bully. "She is very sensitive, Kaitlyn. Her background is tough. Please, be gentle with her. Don't upset her." He humiliated me in front of our entire elite circle, allowing them to mock me as the aggressive, discarded ex while he carried her away like a fragile princess. For twenty years, I had been his loyal shadow, fixing his mistakes and loving him unconditionally. I couldn't understand how decades of deep devotion could be instantly erased by a few crocodile tears and a manipulative damsel act. He was absolutely certain I would throw a tantrum, cry, and eventually crawl back to beg for his attention. But he was wrong. He didn't know that Everett Rowe, a billionaire tech mogul, had been patiently waiting five years to marry me. He also didn't know that during my three years abroad, I wasn't just studying art—I became "K.B.", the ruthless Wall Street predator who could swallow his family's empire whole. I calmly pulled out my phone, ignored the mocking whispers around me, and typed a single message to Everett. "Yes. I'll marry you."/0/81160/coverorgin.jpg?v=5b7b7f4aa3b8e162dea29fad2189dab7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Stolen Six
For eight long years, a dull ache lived in my heart. I' d endured six stillbirths, each a crushing blow. My husband, Mark, always seemed supportive, telling me we' d get through it. Desperate for him to be a father, I even hired his ex, Chloe, as a surrogate. Their son, Miles, had just been born. Then, at the hospital, a simple blood donation for my niece Amelia shattered my world. My brother-in-law, Robert, panicked. Trembling, he confessed: "Lily is your first baby, Sarah. The one you were told was stillborn eight years ago. Mark… Mark gave her to us." My first daughter, alive. Stolen. When I confronted Mark, he gaslit me, calling it "compassion" for his childless siblings. His family begged me not to "destroy" Lily' s life. Chloe, now living with Mark, subtly undermined me. Mark dismissed my pain, giving me an ultimatum: leave if I couldn't be "reasonable." He watched me grieve through six "stillbirths." His family systematically stole every single one of our babies. The man I loved betrayed me in the most monstrous way. My entire life, built on his lies, disintegrated. A cold, burning rage ignited within me. His cruel ultimatum didn't break me; it forged me. I wouldn't be reasonable. I wouldn't calm down. I grabbed my phone, dialing my lawyer. I was going to fight for my children – plural./0/83663/coverorgin.jpg?v=956a39dd958c24490b4b88506bf98f85&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day I Was Reborn
On the day my son died, I was reborn. The morning light of Chicago streamed through the blinds, just like before, a painful echo of a day I never wanted to live again. My son, Leo, was supposed to have his scholarship interview at Northwestern today, a full ride, his entire future. In my previous life, that future ended with the sound of his body hitting the pavement. Then they came for me. My husband, Mark, told the cameras I was a monster, a controlling mother who drove her son to suicide. My best friend, Chloe, Leo' s godmother, provided the proof, a doctored video of me ranting, shoving papers, painting me as crazed. The police found "abusive" scratches on Leo's arm matching a gardening accident on my hands. My career, my name, my entire life were destroyed by their fabricated narrative. I ended it all in a cold, empty apartment, the media' s condemnation a constant ringing in my ears. To my dying breath, I couldn't comprehend the depth of their betrayal, swallowed by an unjust accusation from the people I loved most. But now, I was back, sitting up in bed, my heart a steady, cold drum. Everything was the same, except for me. This time, I wouldn't just survive; I would expose every single one of their monstrous lies./1/102592/coverorgin.jpg?v=9bd5eb38226cda0ef5c9bc34a91a38d5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Treasured Beyond Measure: Three Brothers, One Queen
From childhood, Stephanie knew she was not her parents' real daughter, but out of gratitude, she turned their business into a powerhouse. Once the true daughter came back, Stephanie was cast out-only to be embraced by an even more powerful birth family, adored by three influential brothers. The second ruled the battlefield. "Stephanie's sweet and innocent; she would never commit such crimes. That name on the wanted list is just a coincidence." And the youngest controlled the markets. "Anyone who dares bully my sister will lose my investment." Her former family begged for forgiveness-even on TV. Stephanie stood firm. When the richest man proposed, she became the woman everyone envied. The eldest ran the boardroom. "Cancel the meeting. I need to set up the art exhibition for my sister!" The town was turned upside down./1/116515/coverorgin.jpg?v=0fbca5c5dea83e92c9c62ef84f6e061e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I No Longer Pick Up Trash
On the eve of my lavish New York wedding, my partner of ten years, Holden Ferguson, informed me the ceremony was just for show. The marriage license, he explained with a smirk while his mistress lay in our bed, was for her. He was leaving me at the altar, confident I was trapped after a decade of him systematically taking credit for my architectural brilliance. He called me his "dependent asset," a woman whose career and reputation were built on the platform he provided. "You have no choice, darling," he taunted, reminding me I'd given up my wealthy family for him. "You're nothing without me." He expected me to crumble, to play the part of the humiliated bride and wait for him to return after securing his new future. He thought he had planned my destruction perfectly, underestimating the quiet woman who secretly controlled a fortune. But as he left, I picked up my phone and dialed my fiercest professional rival. "Jaxon," I said calmly, "I need you to marry me. Today."/0/84289/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260527093908&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO'S Contract Bride
Should I blame them-or myself? I was born into wealth but starved for love. So when the charming Henry Desmond swept me off my feet, I fell-hard. Then he vanished, leaving me pregnant and heartbroken. Now, with my father on his deathbed, I've inherited a billion-dollar empire... and a shattered heart. To protect my name and the child I carry, I agree to a contract engagement with Shaw Molton, my father's loyal right-hand man. But when pretend feelings blur into something real and Henry returns with secrets that could destroy everything, I'm faced with an impossible choice: confront the past that broke me... or fight for a future I never dared to dream. In a world built on lies and betrayal-can true love still win?/0/89295/coverorgin.jpg?v=c3c97236702a214ea48a0d9ba234ce46&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ten Years a Ward
For ten years, I secretly loved my guardian, Ethan Hayes. After my family fell apart, he took me in and raised me. He was my entire world. On my eighteenth birthday, I gathered all my courage to confess my love to him. But his reaction was a fury I had never seen before. He swept my birthday cake to the floor and roared, "Are you insane? I am your GUARDIAN!" He then mercilessly tore the painting I had spent a year on-my confession-to shreds. Just days later, he brought home his fiancée, Chloe. The man who had promised to wait for me to grow up, who called me his brightest star, had vanished. My decade of desperate, burning love had only managed to burn myself. The person who was supposed to protect me had become the one who hurt me the most. I looked down at the NYU acceptance letter in my hand. I had to leave. I had to pull him out of my heart, no matter how much it hurt. I picked up the phone and dialed my father's number. "Dad," I said, my voice hoarse, "I've decided. I want to come be with you in New York."/1/112917/coverorgin.jpg?v=6d71f0565a47930857a63cc114e6373c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dangerous Temptation: No Escape From My Brother-In-Law's Obsession
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust. Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state. She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."/1/115420/coverorgin.jpg?v=8efc1c868cf515a293d09882a18ed13f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Drowning In Betrayal: Watch Me Shine Now
I was lying in the emergency room with acute gastroenteritis on my birthday, but my mother ordered me to rip out my IV needle. She threatened to freeze all my accounts if I didn't show up to my adopted sister's high-society matchmaking party. When I arrived, dragging my weak body, I caught my fiancé Julio protecting his mistress. Worse, my adopted sister Billie framed me for stealing my own grandmother's heirloom earrings just to play the victim in front of New York's elite. I refused to be their stepping stone and projected the evidence of Julio's affair on the massive ballroom screen. In a rage, my father cursed me, and my mother slapped me across the face so hard my mouth bled. During the ensuing physical struggle, my adopted sister, the mistress, and I all plunged into the freezing outdoor swimming pool. My fiancé desperately swam to save his mistress, while my own brother rushed to pull my adopted sister above the water. I stopped kicking and let my heavy, soaked clothes pull me down to the bottom of the black pool. Why did my own flesh and blood treat me like garbage? After a mysterious bodyguard pulled me from the water, I watched my family frantically wrap the other two women in warm blankets. I didn't shed a single tear. "I am no longer a part of this family. I never want to see any of you again." I publicly canceled the engagement, turned my back on the wealthy estate, and walked away into the freezing winter night./0/80691/coverorgin.jpg?v=9cebbe584ec518d31ed535941d022021&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day My Fiancée Married Another
I was finally marrying Savi, the girl I’d given up my dream tech job for, the one for whom I’d poured years into building software for her family’s oil company. Today was supposed to be our day to get our marriage license, the culmination of a five-year journey, two of them spent dedicated to her father’s business. Then her text came, an hour before the courthouse: a “massive family emergency.” A quick dismissal for our future. Soon after, a plain envelope arrived. Inside: a marriage certificate. Savannah Monroe. Married. To her personal assistant. Today. She showed up later, tear-streaked and with Caleb, who looked suspiciously unwell. "Terminal leukemia," she tearfully explained. "His dying wish. A compassionate act. It changes nothing for *us*." She called *me* selfish for questioning this insane charade, for having the audacity to care that my fiancée just married another man. The sheer, breathtaking nerve of it. Married someone else, spun a ludicrous lie, and then tried to make me the villain for wanting out. This wasn't just a betrayal; it was a brazen insult, a transactional disregard for everything I'd built, for *us*. My gut churned with a cold, simmering rage. When her father’s goons showed up, "insisting" I attend their crucial gala to play the dutiful fiancé for a multi-million-dollar deal, I had a choice. Play along for their empire, or turn their meticulously planned spotlight into their worst nightmare. I decided then and there: they wanted a show? They’d get a show./1/120426/coverorgin.jpg?v=17ddd72e7397bcee361c56cd961f0bdd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
